In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows dance and echoes bind,
A silence deep, profound, and cold,
In loneliness, my heart does fold.
The days stretch long, the nights are still,
Each moment passed, a bitter pill,
No laughter here, no gentle touch,
Just memories I miss so much.
Depression’s grip, a heavy chain,
It binds my soul, inflicts its pain,
A weary path I tread alone,
In search of light, a hope unknown.
Yet in this dark, a whisperâs plea,
A fragile spark, a dream to see,
That one day soon, the dawn will break,
And from this gloom, my heart will wake.